Sunday, October 23, 2016

Autumn Color On New York State Route 420

I saw some beautiful autumn color on my way to church one Sunday but couldn't stop to take pictures. The next day, however, I repeated the drive north on Rt 420 from the town of Stockholm through the town of Norfolk, to the town of Massena. This time I had the leisure to stop and a camera by my side:

It wasn't all uniformly colorful and some places which were gorgeous were obscured by telephone and electric wires. But I found plenty of lovely color along the way:

This wondrous color was on the banks of the St. Regis River as I crossed over it on a bridge:

I feared the sun would spoil this photo, but instead it helped to make it look as wonderful as did the scene in real time:

I passed this colorful herd of cattle and horses:

The row of pines in the foreground helped accentuate the hardwoods:

The brilliant morning sun helped light up the colored leaves as if they glowed from the inside:

A lone red tree with a hay field behind it:

More autumn color:

Some gentler, more muted colors:

Another row of autumn color behind a row of conifers. I'm sure glad I took the time to make this drive so that I could share the beauty with you:

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Red Poll Herd

There were only three calves this year, all of them heifers. Alas, one died and now there are only two. It was a difficult year for calf production:

The cows and horses get along famously most of the time, though apple feeding time is not generally one of the good times. Things sometimes got a little tense then. Most of the apples are gone, though, so the Era Of Good Will has returned:

The two heifer calves are beauties - Tabitha (#12) and Maggie (#2) enjoy playing together and can often be seen butting heads or climbing up on the manure pile:

A moment of tenderness as baby Tabitha and her mom, Rosella, nuzzled each other. Rosella was herself a calf born here:

It won't be long until I'll have to begin feeding hay. I'm not looking forward to it:

Little Maggie gave me a good looking over, wondering what I was up to:

I learned a lesson the day I took this photo. I had a bucket of apples for the cows and fed them right here, between the barn and the old silo base. Nine tons of cows, pushing and shoving to get the most apples in a tight space can be a scary place to be. They meant no harm but are so huge that just a nudge can be damaging:

This was not as upsetting as it appears in the photo. The fence between cows and calves is very short and they all knew how to get around it:

Life is good in the autumn:

Colorful leaves, cool temperatures, lack of flies and sweet apples make for happy autumn cows:

Gracie and Jasmine. Neither of them produced a calf this year but both were artificially inseminated on the same day this summer. I am hopeful for next year:

As you can tell, apple feeding time is also a great time for picture taking. But with the apples now almost gone, I'll have to search for other photo opportunities:

Friday, October 21, 2016

Blue And Remy, Remy And Blue

The two miniature horses have prospered and are looking fat and glossy. They also have abundant energy and playfulness. Blue does not look as if he's been missing any meals:

The two little guys run in to get as many apples as they can before the cows gobble them all up. They have to be careful, though, lest an angry cow butt them:

Remy is the bold, social horse. He runs to me when I enter the field and is very friendly and playful - sometimes too much so:

Blue was taking a drink of cool, clean water when I snapped this photo:

After I've tossed all the apples on the ground and the bucket is empty, Blue and Remy often refuse to accept that the apples are all gone. Then they attack the bucket:

Blue stuck his head out the barn door:

Another apple feeding:

Blue and Remy, hanging out with baby Maggie:

Who, me?

Cows and horses get along amicably most of the time:

And sometimes Blue and Remy go off by themselves, usually to play or to hang out inside the barn (where the cows cannot follow):

And of course they run and play. Life is good if you're a miniature horse at Windswept Farm: